The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1887-06-09

AIEInLD NIt L ia Ii l. L.
Mrs. Dennis Gallagher (the second
''g' is silent since they entered society
occupies an elegant if not entirely
comfortable residence on the East
Side. The house has bay windows
everywhere, a cupola, and tower. 1t
has grown as the district has grown,
from what was called '.ShantYtown"
into a tract of surprising apartment
hoCTrS. 1t has grown as Gallaher has
grown, from Castle Garden frescoer
in whitewash to a politician whose
barge has gathered golden sands by
the banks of the amber river of rum.
1t has grown as Mrs. Gallaher has
grown from a thin woman in a nine
dollar Paisley shawl of Sunday to a
stout woman in a ''salehide" sacque
and SOLITARY shtones" in her ears.
Gallaher, in fact, is now drum major,
socially speaking, while Mrs. Gallaher
is full brass band.
The only thorn in Mrs. Gallaher's
ample side has been the G. Washing
ton Millards. The G. Washington
Millards live opposite. They are not
people of color, because black is not a
color, and they are black. When Gal
laher, like young Michael Angelo, was
mixing pigments for the walls he was
destined later to own in fee simple, G.
w. Millard was sleeping-car porter
on the Central. Their fortunes grew
together and they became rivals So
cially. They were neck and neck in
the matter of bay windows, and when
Millard mounted a cupola Gallaher an
grily saw him and went one better
with the tower. This won the game,
as the cupola had been set in the CEN
ter of the Millard roof and there was
no room for a tower unless built on a
platform with supports.
The rivalry III display has been in
tensely bitter between the wives. Con-
sequently when Gallaher came home
last Tuesday night AMI saw the frown
on the face of his better half he knew
something had happened. The dinner
passed off in silence. When Gallaher
had taken a post-prahdial plunge in
the "hsh bowl and was wiping his
mouth on a napkin, which has a deaf
cnin@ monogram i'll green embroidery
and an emerald crest that was lost by
one Of the Irish kings at the fight by
the BOyue water, Mrs. Gallaher said to
the bonne:
'Ornriette"
Yes, madame"
Take the children to rowl their
shkates IN the new cimint soidewalk
Don't be lettin' thin tark to any odher
rhildhren, or ye naden't come back.
Do ye moind?'
Yes, madame" And the parents
were left to themselves.
Mrs. Gallaher was silent for few
moments, lost in sad and bitter mus
ings. Gallaher, understanding the
situation, was apparently absorbed in
the large print of newspaper waiting
for her to speak. After some minutes
she said furtively, in q hoarse whisper:
''Dinnisw
''What?"
'Tne naygur woman has a pug
darg"
whats pug darg?"
"a dirty little baste wild a black nose
all jammed in an CLASH eyes"
An what do she be doin' wild pug
darg?"
''Ladin' II up an down all day long
in frint av the house to shpoite me" !"
She breathed savagely and her eyes
snapped with suppressed anger.
Gallaher was aroused and angry too.
''Kelly has shmall bulldarg as II
chew the head of'n him, he said.
The lady shook her head. Its not
Frinch t'have bull dargs."
There was silence, and each cast
about for a counter to this body blow
that the Millards had struck. Mrs.
Gallaher spoke first.
''Dinnis!'
"WhatP"
"Paycocks is nice"
whats paycockS?"
Its big burrid wild bulrs-eye
feathers in its tail. Ye seen EN- in the
park"
Like pinted turkey?'
THAT same"
Aha
The next day GaIlaher purchased
the finest peacock that money could
buy.
The peacock arrived the next even
ing on a dray. The huge coop was
taken into the laundry-room, in
the basement, and the family
gathered for private view on the eve
of the public display. When the coop
door was opened it stepped out. took
one, two, and then three suspicious
steps, craning its purple neck and
looking about. The family stared, but
said nothing. Neither did the pea
cock.
Has it a song?" asked the servant
girl. breaking the silence.
Faith, its no dickey burrud," said
Mrs. Gallaher contcmptuouSiv.
I'VE orter feed it." said Dennis Gal
laher Jr., aged y. What does it eat,
map
"Oh, thin things ates chaneyware
and rocks and shingie nails. said his
mother airily. She was fashionably
familiar with the gastric weaknesses Of
all fashionable pets.
Dennis junior tried it with a broken
cup, but it had no appetite. When
some corn was put in the cup it took
three grains, one at time, and with
deliberation. 1t appeared to prefer
Dennis junior"
Why don't he blow up his tail, map"
asked he
There's no CRASH here. When it
gifts on the lawn yen see it pull the
stirring"
Having inspected it till they couldn't
rest, the bird, which after discussion
in Difference to the father had been